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slime royalty – five stars lyrics

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[verse 1:]
you cannot be in my shoes
i’m rocking rick owens
you dunno the truth
sarah’s my muse
she suck me for views
i’m legend like rocky
molly or xan, i gotta choose
i’m f-ckin your hoe
i’m snorting this snow
my brain being unused (amused)

i’m so fly
margiela my wrist, prada my waist
look at the ice
royal god’s son, jesus christ
new balenciagas, i don’t know the price
thats your mans? oh, didn’t recognized
when i step up in the building i see them fake smiles
all these snakes tryna act nice, until i clap ’em back with my tek9
i shoot in her p-ssy, that b-tch columbine
bold like a lion, lebron in his prime

real blood gunna, they call me young slime
stacking to the death, til’ i get k!lled by my rhyme
if u tryna play me, b-tch, know i ain’t got no time
i ain’t got no time
for every k!lla typing sh-t facing me online
if you wanna see that grip
pull up, you can try
and when you look inside
all i think is getting money, all i want is pride
i don’t need fake emotions, i just need a dime
this what they call uk ting, issa grime
this d-ck so big swear you gon cry
made some stacks on the net i ain’t gonna lie

[chorus:]
living in the hood
(five stars plugs)
every day mood
(five stars drugs)
i be f-cking good
(five stars b-tches)
riding premium cars
five stars five stars

[verse 2:]
five stars hoes
cash blows around me
woke up like this
there were like 2 hoes, maybe three
flacko gave me permission
i made it my mission
you went to sneak dissin
i know your girl miss me, she was tryna kiss me
on god
i don’t kiss b-tches after they giving me top
you is a sn0b
reloading my glock, mixing that wop
rari my drop, rollie on clock
your baby mama sit on my c-ck, she gotta stop

[bridge:]
reppin ngs for life
in the club dancing with your wife
something shape, yeah boy issa knife
after lsd everything’s bright

[verse 3:]
lotta bags, i got hunnids in my duffle bag
why you mad? they keep saying i ain’t built for that
i got family to feed, i got kids that in need
ain’t got nothing to eat, all i have is this beat
i’m just kidding
i’m a young businessman every month it’s a million
when you look at that forbes list it’s familiar
richer than your clan like this young boy kylian
don’t care what you said i f-cked your opinion
stars in the coupe
that’s a wraith mania
if this money a victim
then i’m a motherf-cking maniac
i’m a big baller, might move to lithuania

[chorus:]
living in the hood
(five stars plugs)
every day mood
(five stars drugs)
i be f-cking good
(five stars b-tches)
riding premium cars
five stars five stars five stars

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